The Angel, the Vampire, and the Demon

Chapter Five- Coming Closer With Love

Raziel

Raziel quietly opened Abrariel's bedroom door the next morning. The last he had seen of the Vampire, he had been balled up by the living room window looking up at the moon and stars, bathed in moonlight, making his deathly pale skin silver, eyes reflecting the moon's light. Now, Abrariel was bundled under the white covers of his bed. His hands were curled under his head and chest, his wavy black hair framed his pale face, and his mouth was slightly open, showing fangs that glinted in the faint light that was in the room.

Raziel went over to the bed and lightly touched one of the needle-sharp fangs to see if it would get them to sheath, it didn't. The Vampire whimpered quietly and squirmed, stretching his arms out, his hand grazed Raziel's cheek and Raziel smiled.

He gently brushed the hair off Abrariel's face before pulling the covers over the Vampire a little more and heading back to the door. He turned back. Abrariel was now lying on his front, hand gripping the bed covers tightly, head to one side, mouth still slightly open, this time, the fangs were sheathed and hidden. Raziel smiled as he closed the door and headed down the hall to the front door, how could anyone say Vampires were evil and vile?

SMASH!

Raziel jumped, he heard a shocked cry from Abrariel's room. The sound of breaking glass had come from the kitchen, Raziel rushed towards it, shutting all the curtains with his powers in case Abrariel came rushing out as well. Raziel entered the kitchen and stopped, shocked.

Telantes was in there, by the fridge, whose door was open, and glass was all around the Demon's feet, along with blood. It wasn't from Telantes, there was too much of it to have come from him. The blood was a dark crimson pool around the Demon's feet. Raziel raised his eyes to Telantes's, they were shocked, and fear-filled, like he knew he had been caught red-handed. In his hand was a single glass milk bottle, one of the bottles that Raziel had gotten Abrariel so he could eat without having to worry about running out for a while. The one Telantes had was the last one, the rest smashed on the floor.

There were soft, almost silent running footsteps coming down the hall, a moment later Abrariel appeared in the kitchen arch, uncharred thanks to all the curtains being closed. Abrariel opened his mouth to say something, but he caught the scene in front of him and gasped and clasped a hand over his mouth, his eyes widening and pupils narrowing.

The blood!

"Get out of here! Now! Go back to your room!" Raziel ordered him.

Abrariel bolted back down the hall in stumbled steps, a hand still over his mouth where Raziel knew the fangs had come unsheathed. He turned back to Telantes and gave the frightened Demon a hard stare.

"Did you do this on purpose?"

"N-no! I opened the fridge and they fell out; I caught this one!" Telantes stammered.

It sounded convincing enough. "Alright, don't move while I clean it up," Raziel murmured, he used his magic to clean up the glass and blood, leaving the floor spotless again.

"I have to go out, stay in your room, leave only for the bathroom, I should be back by sunset, I'm bringing my parents," Raziel murmured leaving the kitchen as Telantes nodded.

Raziel headed to the front door, opening it, and shutting it behind him. He unfolded his wings, letting the sun warm them up a little bit before he lifted off the ground and flew towards the Holy City, the wind whipping across his face and tangling his hair.

He landed in the town just before the city, most good Souls came here, it depended on what you did in Life that decided where you went in Heaven. Raziel walked into the butcher, another Angel was at the counter, wings folded behind his back, but Raziel could see the old and fresh blood stains on the white feathers. His pale face was kind with brown eyes and golden locks framing his face.